Beric had been doing his best to make sure the borders were secure, and had decided to do a bit of hunting, as well. Walking along the shoreline, he spotted a rather large crab and went after it, zigzagging to keep up with it. He hadn't ever hunted crab, so this was a learning experience. The crab stopped abruptly and he didn't think twice about going for it. His jaws opened wide but before he could close them on the little creature, a sharp pain went through his upper lip. He yelped and jerked his head back, but it seemed the crab was hanging on with a very sharp claw. Beric jerked his head from side to side, trying to get it off. It was a few moments of non-stop pain before it finally let go. The large male did not go after it again. He may have been bigger, but he was just defeated by a crab.

He watched it scurry into a hole, a low growl coming from his throat, signaling his displeasure at the change of luck he just had. The blood dripped from his lip and his tongue shot to lick it away. Turning towards the water, he waded in just a little and lowered his head so that the water splashed against his muzzle. He was no medic, but he knew running water was good for trying to heal wounds, and still water could make it worse. The ocean wasn't a river of rushing water, but it wasn't a lake, either.

Deciding his hunting was over for the moment, Beric laid down in the shallow water and let the waves crash into his chest.

It wasn't long before he was no longer alone. A female, her coat a mix of grays and blacks, came walking slowly up. He couldn't hear her pawsteps over the crashing of the waves, so it was a good thing his gaze had been lazily looking around, or else he might have been startled. Following her own gaze, he looked up to the clouds. They were looking rather dark and ominous. You may be right, he replied, his voice loud enough to be heard over the crashing of the waves.

She seemed playful, rolling around in the shallow water before trotting over to him, and then he noticed the crab scurrying off. He ran his tongue ran over his recent injury caused by the very creature. Yes, I've found that out the hard way just earlier, he said, his voice conveying his distaste for the small, albeit tough, little thing. Turning his attention to her, the wind allowed him to easily notice her scent. Obviously, she was of the island pack or else she wouldn't be here, but the scent didn't seem strong enough for her to have been here very long. I'm Beric, he said simply.

At least his little cut had brought a chuckle to someone. Maybe he would laugh about it later... after he caught its relative and was chomping into it. He felt his revengeful thoughts were better left in his head, and so just smiled.

Eddie, as she called herself, first admitted she was new, but then said she had been born and raised here. What made you leave and come back? He asked boldly. It was probably none of his business, but he was curious.

Another voice reached his ears, and he turned his head. He had just met Ypres recently, so knew she was a friend. The very same crab he had just battled with seemed to be on the warpath still, this time at the other female. He held back a chuckled, knowing it would not be nice to laugh at her. Yeah, those things are not very friendly, he said instead. I just lost a battle with it myself, he added, thinking it might make her feel better. He nodded to her introduction, Yeah, we met the other day, with Naya, he responded. Though, maybe the two females hadn't met each other yet.

Beric nodded quietly in response to Eddie. He seemed to get the hint that the story to be told wasn't to be told to him, and he respected that.

Once Ypres introduced herself, Eddie looked back to Beric, though didn't say anything. His head tilted in a silent question. Did she want to say something? He waited to be sure before switching his gaze between the two females. Are you two settling in okay? As Delta, he felt he was high enough in the rankings to take an interest on the individuals of the pack, making sure they felt at home. He understood that there was an adjustment period when new wolves entered the pack, especially when that pack was newly formed and trying to settle itself. Everyone was trying to find their own niche in the world, and that could take some time.

The mood had changed between the trio, that much he could tell, he just wasn't sure why. Ypres gave him a tight smile, answered his question, and then she was off. He frowned as he watched her go, wondering if he had said something offensive, but he didn't think he had. His gaze went back to Naya.

He shrugged a little, I did alright. I mostly focused on my duties, and am just now really getting to know the other wolves in the pack. My social skills need a little fine-tuning, he said with a grin. I'm used to being around wolves, but the ones I grew up with were pretty much blood related in one way or another, so it's different that joining a pack as an adult. In a family pack, personalities tended to run in the same direction without much friction. When you put adult wolves together who have all sorts of personalities, things tended to get a bit rough at times, and that could be hard to handle for some.

He nodded in agreement. They could be as polite as possible and still not everyone would be happy. However, he still couldn't shake the feeling that it was somewhat his fault she had walked away. Maybe he would try to get with her later and apologize.

He agree, too, that wolves who knew each other a long time could communicate better with each other, which gave them a one-up on a newcomer to the pack. True. But, if you have good wolves in the pack, they should be able to help new pack members feel comfortable. After all, it just became their home, as well. And they had every right to be there, just like every other wolf.

His ears perked in attention when she admitted she didn't know what to do. Well, what are you good at? he asked. Usually you can take something you're good at, or even interested in, and turn it into something that can help the pack as a whole, he added.

He smiled at her compliment. Thank you, he replied, his tail wagging. It wasn't often he got a compliment from a woman, and it felt nice. You're pretty nice yourself. The others I've met are, too, he added. He hadn't met them all, though the ones he had were pretty friendly.

She wasn't confident about her abilities, but he seen a lot of potential when she said what she was capable of doing. Those are great traits! If you're used to traveling, you'd be good as an Outrider. And predicting whether is important for hunting, as well as the overall safety of the pack, which is what Naturalists do. He hoped she had some motivation, because her skills were perfect for those trades. You would be perfect for those, he added, smiling to her.